The Stranger
The Young Man
The lightning struck near our wagon. The horse reared up on his haunches.
The Old Man
Where are the men-folks?
The Old Woman
Come out, my child, guests have come.
(Fraidele comes out. She has put on her shoes.)
The Old Woman
Ran to put on her shoes, ha-ha.
The Old Man (to Fraidele)
Where is your papa?
Fraidele
He drove to the city.
The Young Man
Maybe it was the man with the little lean horse, who carried wood…
Fraidele
Yes, that’s my papa.
The Old Man
And this is the grandmother, I suppose?
(The old woman laughs.)
The Young Man
What are you laughing at, bobbe’she?
The Old Woman
Of course, a grandmother, how else?
The Young Man
I’ve seen you somewhere, I think.
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